The local cannabis dispensary is less than four blocks away from our school.

I walk by it every day on my way to and from classes.

I thought it was funny When I saw some of my buddies from‌ the local college going in and out of the marijuana dispensary, but one afternoon I saw someone coming out that I would’ve never suspected. I didn’t know if I wanted to yell at her, or hide from her, when I saw my grandmother was coming out of the marijuana dispensary. I didn’t have to do anything. The thought of hiding no sooner went through my head, then my grandmother noticed me. She yelled to me, looked both ways, then came running across the street. A part of me wanted to ask Gran why she was in the marijuana dispensary. Another part of me wanted to ignore that she was coming out of the marijuana dispensary, and hoped that I hadn’t seen what I saw. Grandma held up her bag and laughed. All she could do was shrug and say nothing. She winked and told me she just got a new pain cream for her arthritis. I let it go at that, and neither one of us ever said another word about my seeing grandma as she was coming out of the marijuana dispensary. After that, I knew I had to find a new way of getting back and forth from school. Even though I knew grandma was going into that marijuana dispensary, I wasn’t ready to see it for myself, and I think she felt the same.
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